Skating Around You In Circles

Hannibal decided to focus on his sketch again, not wanting to look like he is paying too much attention. Soon he got lost in the sketch again, practically drowning in his own want. Each stroke of the pencil is like a kiss he wished he could leave- every smudge like a caress. However there was one part of the drawing that wasn’t right. Hannibal kept pausing on the man’s eyes- the eyes he had gotten a glimpse of. But not a complete look- and it was almost devastating. How else would the image come alive as the man in front of him? He had to look again. The risk of being found out would be worth it. Raising his eyes from the page, Hannibal looked up. Blinking rapidly, Hannibal found that the man had left. A sense of sadness swept through him before he looked at his sketch again. What could he do now? It was unlikely he would see this man again, and he didn’t even catch his name. After a few minutes of trying to figure out what to do for the sketch- Hannibal gave up. There was a small part of Hannibal that believed in fate. That because he was feeling this way about the man- this would not be the last he saw him.